Wednesday, August 28, 2013

Nothing announces the failure of one’s life quite as loudly as having to move back in with your mother at the ripe old age of thirty-five. Synchronized Breathing, introduces Scarlett Spencer in just this situation: her marriage has recently imploded and she’s headed for Beverly Hills—toddler in tow—to move in with her highly over-sexed mother, CeCe.

Having squandered her twenties having adventures and losing herself in men, Scarlett—out of desperation—leapt into an unsuitable marriage, but the best gift came out of that union—her son, Oliver. After successfully escaping that ‘Lemon Marriage,’ Scarlett struggles to put back together a life that was not very together to begin with. After being a stay-at-home-mother, Scarlett wades back into the Hollywood employment pool with hilarious results.

Balancing motherhood with the unique demands of Hollywood men provides a new twist on the dating dilemma—and living with one’s mother is not without its own set of challenges. With her robust sexual appetites and colorful parade of men, sixty-year-old CeCe has plenty of startling sex tips to share. After tiring of dating jerks, Scarlett goes on a self-imposed ‘man-diet’—which isn’t easy when your mother is perpetually on a manhunt—and in the quiet of a new man-less existence, she discovers what is really important in her life. Scarlett only finds her direction in life—and love—when she stops seeking to fulfill herself through other people (men).

Tara thinks of her novel as “A Single Mother’s Guide to Hunting and Fishing in Beverly Hills.” Synchronized Breathingwas born after her own lousy divorce, during a very dark time when she thought the greatest luxury was to laugh. Her hope is that other women going through challenging times will be able to share a laugh with Scarlett Spencer and relate to her missteps on the path to love.

Excerpt

“Every marriage is work, but the trick is to pick someone you actually want to be

married to.” Susan smiled at me.

Susan was my opposite in almost every way. Logical and levelheaded, her

pragmatic view of life was so foreign to me that I often thought she was speaking

another language.

“I’ll try to remember that for next time,” I said. “If there ever is a next time.”

“You gave it your best shot,” she said. “Personally, I thought you should have

bailed right after you found all those nude photos. You’ve been very tolerant, as far

as I’m concerned.”

“What photos are you talking about?” Autumn asked. “Why I don’t know about

this?”

“You’ve been away on location. Tell her.” Emma nudged me.

“One day, while I was using the computer, I stumbled upon his extensive nude

photo collection.”

“Of other women?” Autumn shrieked.

“No . . . that would actually make a certain amount of sense. They were all nude

pictures of him, but mostly just of his dick.”

I got up and put another log in the fire, as Autumn scrambled to reclaim her jaw

from the floor.

Stunned silence followed, so I pressed on. “His penis obsession was hardly a new

thing. After all, it was his most prized possession, but seeing the photos en masse

was a bit much. There were hundreds of pictures of his penis—chilling out in the

garden, lathering himself in the bath, erect penis checking the mailbox. It was nuts.

It was like that traveling Gnome series of photos—but each one featuring his dick

“Wow. I had no idea.” Autumn continued to grapple with the news. “He just looks

so . . . vanilla to me.”

“That’s what all the gay guys do,” said Emma. “They send each other pictures of

their dicks! Do you think he flipped to the other team?”

“Who knows what he was up to? All I could think was ‘What am I doing here?’

I’m exhausted from nursing and caring for the baby all day and night while my

unemployed husband blasts music and dances around naked in the garden taking

pictures of his cock, like some demented elf.”

Author BioTara Ellison was born in London and raised between Sydney and Hong Kong. Her childhood was spent immersed in American culture and she eventually realized her dream of moving to the US to pursue a career as an actress. The acting career was not a good fit and she spent many years trying to figure out what to do next. After a difficult divorce, she turned to her love of writing and Synchronized Breathingwas born.

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